Life's Illusions

elanagamiao:

“At times you might get tired of this world, you feel like getting out of here as soon as possible. But what makes the difference is when you start noticing the little things in life. Ignore the big things, focus on the little things. Things like simple texts from genuinely concerned friends who are worried about you when you’re not in school, simple actions like them helping you get your assignments and telling you about their day in school without you, simple conversations like them asking if you feel fine when you finally return to school the next day. These are the little things worth living for. These are the friends worth being there for.”

(via tiffughknee)

I'm a horrible person.

(via sophiaduong)

No youre not! D: Youre awesome (:

Moon Flower

fuckyeahhlove:

“Do you know what it’s like to be a ghost?” she asked suddenly turning over to her side, her eyes wide with a life full of unanswerable questions.

“I don’t believe in ghosts,” I simply replied.

It was like any other summer night we spent laying on the cooling pavement of her driveway. The smell of the hot days melted into the relieving chilled nights. Chlorine tingled around our noses from neighboring pools. Blue tint from TV’s flickered in bedrooms all down the street giving off little light other than the old lamp post that barely illuminated the corner of the cul-de-sac. We’d spend hours laying there staring up at the countless stars, having conversations about everything that meant nothing to anyone else, until the hours crept into the early AM.

Every summer night we’d do this until school began again.  Then I’d watch her get into her car and wave goodbye from the backseat as she left for another school year on the Atlantic coastline. I was never sad when she left. I always reassured myself that she’d return in another nine months. She always did.

“But you don’t have to believe in them to wonder what it’s like to feel like one,” she pressed on. I watched her from the corner of my eye as she scanned my face for an answer. I kept still.

“That doesn’t make any sense Ayla.”

She quickly sat up and stared up at the sky. “Nothing is supposed to make sense. Why the sky is blue doesn’t make sense. Why we rotate around the sun doesn’t make sense. Why we have to put periods at the end of our sentences doesn’t even make sense.” She stretched her arm up towards the sky and pinched at nothing while squinting through one eye. “Do you think one day we’ll be able to touch stars?”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

She dropped her arm letting her hand smack the ground bringing my eyes away from the sky.

“How?”

“By asking such silly questions.”

“But you only answer with such silly answers,” she countered.

I sighed again, shutting my eyes.

“There is no way we’d be able to touch stars. One, they’re light years away. Two, even if we got technology to get to a star they would be too hot or too cold to touch. Plus stars are made up of gases, you can’t really touch a gas. Does that answer your question?”

Ayla suddenly stood over me with her a hand on each hip. Her face crunched up into a glare. She hated when I talked science to her. She knew that it meant I had no interest in her topic. I stared up at her, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders and casing her round face. I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh breaking her little staring contest and her lips cracking into a smile. This was my best friend.

“You have a weird way of looking at things Dennis.” She looked up at the sky again. “Looks like it’s time for me to go inside.”

Her hair whipped against the gust of wind and she closed her eyes, stretching her arms wide open. Her pale skin contrasted with the dark night. She inhaled and span away from me and let out a little giggle. She then stuck out her hand, along with her popsicle stained tongue, and helped me off the ground.

“If you don’t get inside soon,” she got on her tip toes and ruffled my hair a bit which was still a bit damp from swimming earlier, “you’ll catch a cold.”

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